Will grabbed one n****e and squeezed it until I let out a faint cry. My whole breast throbbed. He pulled off.
“Kneel, Carrie.”
Assisting the awkward move to my knees, Will then backed away and returned prodding my side with a riding crop. “On your hands and knees,” he ordered.
Moving forward, I effected the pose as expertly as I could, keeping my head submissively bowed.
My excited heart beat frantically. My crotch was so aroused that I’m sure—without realizing it—my stuck-out ass was swaying with a crude come-on. Will tapped my bottom lightly with a crop to make me aware. “Keep still,” he ordered. I did my best. The piercing at my crotch dangled heavily from my c******s. I thought of wearing something heavier there to increase the ache.
Over the cries of submissive women, and the swi
